The start of bad things.

The start of bad things #2

(This is a good song. Your should listen to it.)

ANYWHO

The second time I feel like things started to get bad was when I was between 6-7yrs old.
The only person I've ever thought as a dad, and my mom got into a huge right one day.
I remember standing on their bed screaming at them to stop telling at each other. I mean c'mon,
the two people I loved most in the world were fighting. I remember I screamed at my mom that she was making me cry,
but she just looked at Jesse (the only person I've ever called Dad) and said "look your making her cry".
the day wasn't good either. it was raining outside, and it was just the worst day I had thought I would ever go through.
in the end, they broke up. Thing is, they were about a week from marrying so it really tore me apart.
Me and Jesse still talk to this day, and he says I've really grown and matured. We talked about how we believed that
"fate brought them together, and consequences tore them apart."

I think Jesse was the closest and only thing I ever had as a dad. He is engaged now, and it stings.
But he told me I was the only kid he has ever loved. God, I remember when I used to wanna marry him.
Don't judge! I was 6! I still have things from my childhood when we were with him, and I still think of him as a dad.

That's all for tonight. Maybe I'll write more tomorrow night, it depends. Sometimes I write the next day, and sometimes I take months.

bye everyone.